Page 141 of A War Around Us

“I said, I didn’t need—” Katia’s gaze bluntly stared behind her through the mirror. “Lucca.”

She uttered my name as if she’d found a ghost. However, I had found a fucking ray of heaven that sent me to hell by the filthy thoughts of seeing her body.

As I gazed at Katia’s see-through thigh-high tights with lace edges and matching white lace cheeky panties, I was speechless. Her tits were bare and her nipples were hard from the chilly temperature. My dick twitched. She didn’t try to cover herself. Instead, her eyes remained on me while mine roamed over her exquisite shape and flawless sun-kissed skin.

I met her eyes and held my attraction, ordering my dick to calm down. But Katia’s lips curled, her head craned, and her teeth caught her sangria-colored lips. Their color antagonized me for a taste, and I wanted to prove their natural stain was cherry flavored.

Fuck, my stubborn dick was heavy with a load, and she knew it.

Toying with me, her gaze taunted, and with a flick of her wrist, she pushed the right side of her hair back and her tit was fully visible to me.

Mio Dio, I wanted to ruin her body and sink my dick deep inside of her, beating her until her face scrunched in pleasure and her legs wobbled.

I didn’t have much time left, but for her, I would find a way to stop it. I would stretch the minutes and seconds and fill her with my cum to remind her who she belonged to. Who owned her body.

“I wasn’t aware you were coming.”

“I wasn’t.” I stepped forward.

“Then why are you here?”

I took another.

“I’m leaving for the day.”

Her eyes fluttered, losing her bravado the closer I got.

“Where?” she whispered.

“Texas. I’ll be back late tonight.”

My front met her back, and I lowered my head to her bare shoulder. My lips left their trace while I scattered higher to her neck without our eyes moving away from one another across the mirror.

Her breathing deepened, and she trembled as I took her head into my hand, stretching her skin for my mouth to take more of her neck.

Katia closed her eyes, defeated as she sank deeper.

I smiled.

“I still hate you.”

My smile turned into a sneer.

She could hate me all she wanted, but her body—her body cravedme, molding with my touch like clay. And her words held no power. Not when her skin reacted in need.

Hate?

“I hate you too,” I whispered, taking her hip with a tight grip and bringing it back to my straining dick.

I hate you so fuckinghard.

“Can you feel it?”

Katia whimpered, and her eyes shot open as her head shook.

“I can’t.”

Was she denying my touch?

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